вторник, 26 марта 2013 г.

Make me yours.

One look into his eyes, and my mind froze. Somehow, he made me very weak and submissive with just one look. I was unable to do what I wanted; I could only obey him. He didn't even have to speak; his thoughts went into my mind and I obeyed automatically, as if I had thought it myself. I could feel a strange tingle down between my legs. Why was I getting hard? Why was I turned on by a man? Ew! I tried my best to resist as his thoughts forced me to undress him, to run my hands over his hairy chest, and to kiss his nipples. I felt utter disgust as he forced me to put my hands on his cock. I'd never touch another man, yet here I was feeling his erection groin in my hands. I was shocked when I noticed that my fingernails were no long and painted pink. How had that happened? And why were my toenails pink too? Why were my legs smooth and hairless? Why I wear skirt, stockings and heels? I looked back up at him. It was then I realized that I was morphing. As my hands started to tug on his erection, I felt a different sensation between my legs: I was getting wet! I feel a need to have him cup his hands onto my feminine breasts. I wanted the wonderful cock in my hands to slide into my pussy. I wanted more than anything to have his babies. In my soft, sultry voice I told him to take me. "I want you" I said. "I want you inside me. Take me. Make me yours. Make me your wife. I want to have your babies. Fuck me. Fuck me hard! I'm your woman now, and I want you!" I can't describe the bliss I felt as he gave me what I wanted more than anything in the world, as he slide his wonderful cock into my wet pussy.